Being a compendium of what Glenn Ingersoll is thinking and reading and you know whatever.

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Seventy-One

So, because it seems to her she needs them to, she burns those herbs again, pulls their damp smoke into her lungs, and waits for something to happen. Eventually she remembers to breathe out. It took an effort there to remember. So. That’s something, isn’t it? Something happening? You know, how time draws out and you feel like whole lives have been lived out between breaths? You know, somebody could have been born, gone to elementary school at least through the sixth grade, dropped out to go to work in a factory because the family has hit hard times and